Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the ashes on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.

He did not let his guard down.

Because he understands the rules of this world all too well.

The gods in the divine realm have endless tricks up their sleeves.

Especially the God of Asura, if he really has no shame, it's not impossible that he could forcibly condense Tang San's soul in the God Realm and revive him.

"Absolute cleanliness is essential."

Yu Xiaoheng took out a specially made jade bottle from his soul tool.

He bent down and patiently collected every grain of ash from the ground into the jade bottle.

He even used his soul power to carefully clean the black ash from the cracks in the stone slabs.

Then, he flashed and arrived at the edge of the cliff of Haotian Peak.

This is a bottomless abyss, below which lies perpetual snow and raging gales.

Yu Xiaoheng opened the jade bottle and poured out the ashes inside.

A strong wind blew.

The black ash instantly scattered in the swirling snow and fell into the abyss, leaving no trace.

"call--"

Yu Xiaoheng clapped his hands and muttered to himself.

"Now, even your ashes will be scattered."

But he still felt it wasn't safe enough.

He returned to the stone house.

Sit cross-legged.

Close your eyes.

He clasped his hands together, his expression solemn.

He began to mutter a passage of obscure and difficult-to-understand scripture.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, may you be reborn in the Pure Land, never to be reborn again..."

That was the Rebirth Mantra from his past life.

Although he didn't know that on the Douluo Continent, where gods reside, the Buddhist Rebirth Mantra might not have any real effect.

But he has always been a person who seeks stability.

What if it works?

Chapter 594 Dragon God's Legacy

What if this scripture could generate some strange power, erasing even the last trace of karma Tang San left in this world?

Yu Xiaoheng recited it over and over again.

His voice echoed in the empty stone house, carrying an eerie tranquility.

He only stopped when the last trace of Tang San's aura remaining in the stone house was burned away by the residual power of the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame, and even the causal threads in the air were broken.

He opened his eyes and patted the dust off his clothes.

"Now, it should be considered secure."

He stood up and looked out the window at the pitch-black night.

The back mountain of Haotian Sect remained quiet.

Tang Chen and Poseidon were still in a deep meditative state, completely unaware of what was happening here.

They never dreamed that the future of the Haotian Sect, on which they had placed such high hopes, would turn into dust in the wind tonight.

Yu Xiaoheng walked out of the stone house and looked at the main peak of Haotian Sect under the night sky.

There was no murderous intent in his eyes, only calmness.

He didn't go and kill Tang Chen and Poseidon.

Because it is not necessary.

These two are finished.

In order to force Tang San to fuse with divine power, they had already consumed their life essence.

Now that Tang San is dead, their hopes are dashed, and coupled with their previous serious injuries, these two won't live much longer.

As for the remaining ordinary disciples of the Haotian Sect...

Yu Xiaoheng also did not intend to go on a killing spree.

He admits that he is ultimately a modern person with a complete and sound set of values.

He was not a bloodthirsty monster and was unwilling to carry out unnecessary large-scale massacres.

He killed Tang San because Tang San was a threat and had to be eliminated.

The ordinary soul masters of the Clear Sky Sect no longer posed any threat to him.

Large-scale massacres serve no practical purpose other than satisfying a momentary urge to kill.

Moreover, he is already powerful enough now.

They possess 100,000-year soul rings, 100,000-year soul bones, or even million-year soul rings.

He has already reached the pinnacle of the mainland.

He has enough strength and enough qualifications to act according to his own will.

There's no need to abandon your basic human decency just to conform to the cruel rules of this world.

Keep the Haotian Sect.

Slowly bleed the blood out.

They were forced to continuously supply the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan with herbs, refined iron, and gold soul coins amidst their despair.

Squeeze every last drop of value from them.

This is the approach that maximizes profits and best aligns with his principles.

Yu Xiaoheng moved slightly.

Enveloped in the ultimate dark element, he disappeared into the night.

It's as if they've never been here.

As we left Haotian Peak, the morning light had just broken through the clouds.

The mountain wind rustled through the gravel on the mountain path.

Yu Xiaoheng stood on an unnamed mountain peak, having changed out of his night clothes and back into the purple-gold robe of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader.

The long robe fluttered in the wind, and the dragon pattern embroidered on it with gold thread shimmered in the sunlight.

His expression was calm, showing no sign that not long ago, he had personally burned a weather child with the right to inherit two godhoods to ashes and scattered the ashes into the abyss.

now.

His soul power has reached level eighty.

Contra.

This is a completely new realm, a height that countless Soul Masters can never reach in their entire lives.

But for Yu Xiaoheng, this was just a milestone on his path to becoming stronger.

He needs to find his eighth spirit ring.

Given his current spirit quality and physical strength, ordinary ten-thousand-year-old spirit beasts cannot even withstand the operation of his spirit power. Only spirit beasts over one hundred thousand years old are worthy of becoming his eighth spirit ring.

Just as he was pondering where to find a suitable soul beast, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon Martial Soul within his body let out a high-pitched dragon roar.

The sound did not come from the outside world, but resounded in his spiritual sea.

Within the Sea of ​​Spirit, the once calm golden ocean suddenly erupted into towering waves.

An ancient, supreme, and majestic will pierced through endless space and time, quietly descending into my mind.

A nine-colored halo condensed above the sea of ​​spirit, transforming into a giant eye that looked down upon his soul.

The Dragon God's Legacy.

At this moment, it is passively activated.

This is the inherited power belonging to the supreme deity of the Dragon Clan and the ruler of all soul beasts.

however.

Faced with this unparalleled opportunity that could drive any Soul Master mad, Yu Xiaoheng showed no fervor on his face, not even a flicker in his eyes.

This inheritance had already manifested a year ago, when he had almost finished refining the million-year soul ring, but Yu Xiaoheng had never paid much attention to it.

He was very clear-headed.

The Dragon God perished in the ancient war of the gods, his divine nature shattered, and resentment and madness filled his remaining will.

The legacy that has now arrived is not only incomplete, but also extremely dangerous.

If it were someone else, they would probably be overjoyed and accept it all, becoming a vessel for the dragon god's resurrection and losing their own identity.

But Yu Xiaoheng is different.

He cultivated the Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique, and his physical body and martial soul had long since transcended the scope of ordinary dragon-type martial souls.

More importantly, he possesses the Divine Punishment form.

The purple fire that came from the divine punishment that corrupted the rainbow dragon possessed the ability to burn and devour all rules and energy.

Although the power of the Dragon God is supreme, it is still nourishment that can be digested and plundered in the face of the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame.